Okay, so I
wrote this little poem whilst playing a game of Yahoo pool with a friend. I was
feeling creative and this is what came out. It's rather interestingly worded in
places, and I'm sure I can do better, however, I'm not going to change it. So
here goes nothing…

Gollum was a hobbit
once

But after the ring,
he's quite the dunce

Taken by its awesome
power

He sits in the dark
hour by hour

His once warm heart
now turned so cold

Causing him to be
quite bold

Days go by and months
do pass

Until he once again
feels grass

And when it is he
ventures out

The fellowship's
worth is in great doubt

So Gollum remains
because of pity

And ventures with
Frodo to the forbidden city

Takes him all the way
up the mountain

To the mouth of the
evil fountain

Wrestles for his one
precious true

Until he in the face
is blue

As desire takes over
him

He grabs the ring and
falls right in

Screaming so loud as
he falls in it

Thus ends the tale of
the corrupt little hobbit

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